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| KileyBarker | Feb 7 2017, 02:26 PM Post #1 | ||||||||||||||||
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The wind howled as a morning squall covered the horizon. White raindrops fell like broken glass, bleaching whoever dared brave the storm. Soft rumbles rolled across the sky, accompanied by the occasional flash of a thunderbolt. Fyle stood on the bow of a small dinghy, her face patchy with white spots. She knew the Grand Line was filled with oddities, but not even her years studying under the Guru could prepare her for this catastrophe. With one hand transformed, Fyle used her feathers to block the driving paint-rain. She could always molt and grow anew, but to refresh the skin of her human form would be annoying. As soon as it came, the storm passed. The littered droplets left white streaks where they ran down the sides of the dinghy. Fyle didn't mind it. The boat didn't matter. Using a combination of her zoan and life return abilities, she shed the feathers that had been painted white and grew fresh brown plumage. Reverting back to her human form, she used the power of Life Return to erase the white marks on her skin. It took longer and it itched, but she couldn't risk ruining her ability to blend in with crowds. As the cloud cover cleared, a pure white sea spread out in front of Fyle's boat, like a river of milk. A solitary white island stood out against the dawn glow. It was apparent that -whatever the white rain was- it was common here. Fyle studied the island ahead and realized it only had one dock on West-facing side. Having little other choice, Fyle turned her tiny boat and made way for the piers. White water lapping against a white shore with white docks stretching out from them created an odd juxtaposition, and Fyle wasn't quite certain how to react to the scene. A small building sat on the end of the dock with a white signboard. The lettering was colored white, but was carved into the wood making it readable. "Gesso Island Visitor Center" Fyle stepped off her dinghy, letting one of the dockhands tie it down, and she moved towards the 'Visitor Center', to find out just what kind of place she had landed on. |
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| ♦ Togamau | Feb 7 2017, 05:24 PM Post #2 | ||||||||||||||||
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Tactics Ogre
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Peoria had been swimming for a pretty long time, being completely lost and not having the aquatic social skills to ask for directions meant that she was left to wander aimlessly for quite some time. Being a fairly small fish-girl, she elected to stay pretty close to the surface to avoid the larger, more dangerous sea creatures of the deep. It also gave her plenty of practice in jumping out of the water to scout her surroundings while gliding down. She could see the shape of an island in the distance and pressed toward it, noting that a small storm was just ending. It was very strange, though, that the falling rain appeared to be completely white, unlike anything she had ever seen! As soon as the rain had completely stopped, she swam closer for a look around. It was still pretty windy, so when Peoria jumped out of the water near the docks it took a little work to avoid being thrown into a building as she came in for a landing in the middle of the street. Very few people were out at the time since it had just been raining, so the young flying fish was more or less alone in the middle of the street, her colorful body and clothes were certainly drawing attention from people she couldn't see. It was certainly strange that everything was so white, it actually hurt her eyes to look at it all. Wanting to get a break from the glaringly stark landscape, Peoria took a few steps into the shade of an alleyway. It was there, however, that she locked eyes with a suspicious looking person in an all-white overcoat. Understandably startled, she immediately opened fire on the stranger while hissing angrily. The hasty shots as well as the fact that the projectiles were fairly small meant that the attack was far from fatal or even terribly damaging, but did serve as a temporary distraction as the man cursed and began plucking the needles out. Peo dove out of the alleyway back into the street, while quickly rearming her Needle Guppies. Pointing her weapons into the alleyway, definitely feeling threatened as a few other figures emerged and made their way toward her. One was holding a large sack, it seemed? |
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| KileyBarker | Feb 8 2017, 05:55 PM Post #3 | ||||||||||||||||
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Fyle stepped toward the visitor center only to find, upon a much closer inspection, a white sign with white lettering she hadn't been able to read earlier. A sign that read: 'Closed'. A slight movement caught Fyle's eye. She turned towards one of the windows and saw the blinds shaking, as if someone had been peeking out of them. Clearly someone was inside the building, even if it was technically closed. Fyle knocked on the door. She could hear a flurry of footsteps inside, and then a small crash. It sounded like glass or ceramic shattering. Soon enough the door opened up a small crack, a chain at eye height keeping it from opening further. "We're closed," came a woman's voice. "I'm sorry but I just arrived here, could you give me some information on this island?" Fyle asked, putting her foot in the doorway to prevent it being closed. With her strength she could easily break the lock, but there was no reason to go that far. The small glimmer of the insides revealed a stark contrast to the outside bleached world. From what she could see, the inside of the building was decorated with a horrid amalgamation of gaudy colors. "Please move your foot," the woman behind the door begged, a strange tension in her voice. "The pirates are back in town. You should find somewhere to hide!" "Pirates?" Fyle asked. "What pirat..." Fyle's question was interrupted by a small commotion from the street at the end of the docks. It sounded like a fight. Then a small creature, half-fish and half-human appeared from one of the alleyways. It had some kind of strange gun-like weapon. Following after it were a couple of thugs wearing white coats and carrying sacks. "It's them! The kidnappers!" Cried the woman from behind the door. She turned towards something inside the building then and called out, "Ultramarine, how far out is that marine division?!" An old man's voice replied from deeper inside, "They're still a day out!" "Kidnappers?" Fyle asked, starting to piece together what was happening. Without another word, Fyle started walking towards the fight. The sounds of her boots hitting the wooden dock clacked twice and then vanished like smoke in the wind. Technique A second kidnapper appeared from the opposite alley as the fish-girl creature, looking to get the drop on her from behind. Fyle wasn't about to let that happen. She had never seen a fish-human before, but considering her own Devil Fruit powers, it wasn't all that hard to theorize. Her first thought was that the fish-girl was a zoan-fruit user like herself. Fyle drew one of her knives, spinning it through the fingers of her right hand. She moved like a shadow. The island's pure white coloring proved difficult to utilize for stealth. Fyle wished, for a moment, that she had let the rain bleach her entirely. The men noticed Fyle's approach, but they were far too late in doing so. With a burst of speed, Fyle stabbed her dagger down into the neck of the man sneaking up on the Fish-girl. He started to scream but found his voice failing him after a brief moment. Fyle pulled her knife out and supported the man for a moment with her off hand. She wiped the blood off her knife on his shirt before shoving him to the ground. "Hey, uh, Fish-girl. Sorry for butting in. Do you need some help?" Fyle asked, paying little mind to the man twitching on the ground while bleeding out. Edit: Fixed broken color tags and a spelling mistake Edited by KileyBarker, Feb 9 2017, 04:18 PM.
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| ♦ Togamau | Feb 8 2017, 07:43 PM Post #4 | ||||||||||||||||
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Tactics Ogre
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Things weren't immediately looking great for the young fish-girl. She was definitely outnumbered and frankly somewhat inexperienced in fighting humans, especially on land. She hadn't realized someone was sneaking up behind her until she heard the sound of a knife slipping into someone's flesh and a muffled scream. Frightened somewhat by the sudden violent sound she turned to face the source of it, only to find the victim to be someone who looked similar to her other attackers. When the new stranger asked if Peoria needed help, there was a brief couple of seconds in silence as her eyes moved from the twitching stranger on the ground to the stranger with the bloodied clothes, she weighed her options. She gave a curt nod with a simple "Okay." to voice her decision before she faced one of the houses nearby and got down on one knee. She stuck her tongue out to the side as she carefully adjusted her positioning before yanking on a cord attached to the contraption on her back. With a loud *Twang* a straight, barbed object attached to a rope shot upward out of the device and caught on the edge of a house's roof. Tugging lightly on it to be sure it was secure, Peoria proceeded to climb up onto the roof. Retrieving her harpoon, the fish-girl proceeded to take aim at the kidnappers across the street and fired another small volley of needles at the group of them! Though the attacks weren't terribly damaging, the fact that their prize was fighting back and now had the high-ground was certainly frustrating. Worse yet, some random stranger had come in and killed one of their men! If they ran off now they'd lose a lot of the power they'd gotten over the last few days, so the three of them readied their pistols and took aim at the stranger in the street. |
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| KileyBarker | Feb 9 2017, 10:22 PM Post #5 | ||||||||||||||||
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The fish-girl replied "Okay" before launching some kind of grappling hook to a nearby rooftop. Like a flash she was off the street, leaving Fyle alone in front of several kidnappers. Thankfully, it didn't seem the girl abandoned Fyle outright because a hail of what looked to be needles came raining down from above. The kidnappers didn't seem too daunted by the needles and raised their guns. Fyle didn't want to let them get the chance. Her blood surged and her body began to transform. Fire flared in his veins and brown feathers popped out of her skin. Her skull fractured and began to morph, stretching her jaw and mouth forward into a beak. Her muscles swelled, exploding with newfound strength and her features sharpened. All of these changes happened in a mere fraction of a second. Technique While some zoan users, upon transformation, would give into more primal urges and let loose a roar, Fyle held herself to a higher standard. The only sound from her was the sound of her bones snapping and reshaping themselves. Her feathered hands glistened and stood out well against the white backdrop. Her knives gleamed like sunlight on fresh snow. The kidnappers fired their pistols, but their shots did not hit Fyle. She moved her body in concert with their weapons, avoiding the lines of fire. Fyle rushed forward and brandished her blades. Her daggers sang a sweet melody as they cut through the air and into the first of her foes. The man blocked her initial strike well, sacrificing his forearm to stymie Fyle's blade. His white overcoat opened up, then, revealing a rather thuggish young man with several tattoos on his body. Fyle slammed her free-hand blade down, but the young thug caught her wrist moments before the steel bit into him. His comrades didn't dare fire their pistols in such close quarters. "You're the leader of this crew?" Fyle asked as she stood in deadlock with the man, slowly adding more and more pressure. His feet began to slide backwards and his hand holding back Fyle's wrist started to shake under the pressure. "What the fuck is this thing?!" The thug cried. "Let him go!" One of the two lackeys cried out as he ran towards Fyle, hoping to get a better angle to shoot her without endangering his friend. "Little fish-girl, please try to take down the one in the back!" Fyle cried as she reeled her shoulders and flung the thuggish leader into the one who started running at her. "I'll handle these two myself." Edited by KileyBarker, Feb 9 2017, 10:23 PM.
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| ♦ Togamau | Feb 9 2017, 11:06 PM Post #6 | ||||||||||||||||
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Humans certainly appeared to be a bit more resilient than small fish, Peoria observed. She would have to tweak her weapons to better defend herself in the future. She saw the woman who came to help her suddenly transform into some sort of giant bird and, for a moment, she was utterly mesmerized. She'd never seen or heard of such a thing and was left to wonder if that was an ability many humans had... apparently not as the rogues on the ground seemed about as surprised as her. She was snapped from her trance by her rescuer asking her to take on the third man in the rear of the raiding party. Given that the bird-lady was taking on two men at once, Peo felt that it was a reasonable request... it was just a matter of how to go about dispatching the jerk. She stuck her harpoon back into the Fishbone and dove off the roof with her arms spread out and her Needle Guppies in either hand. With her arms out, her fins caught the air and she glided down over the heads of the entanglement in the street and placed her on a direct path toward the third man. She fired off a few more rounds as he aimed his pistol at her. The needles stuck into his chest and, though the wounds weren't deep, it did cause him to flinch and delayed his pulling the trigger. Holstering her weapons, the fish-girl tucked her arms and closed her eyes as she dove into a headbutt to the pirate's gut! The impact knocked the man back and he clutched his stomach as he tried to catch his breath that was forced out of him. Peo, however, also took a moment to get back to her feet. She had done that kind of maneuver to land in the water, but hitting solid ground on the landing was a little rougher than she was used to. She recovered quickly enough, but the pirate wasn't far behind. |
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| KileyBarker | Feb 12 2017, 01:54 AM Post #7 | ||||||||||||||||
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Fyle didn't have time to see if the fish-girl listened. Pouncing forward, Fyle tried to deny the two thugs the ability to reorganize themselves and get their bearings. As the men untangled themselves, Fyle grabbed the legs of the leader and pulled him backwards, causing him to squirm and claw for something to hold onto. The thug on the bottom used that opportunity to pull out his gun and fire, but Fyle moved out of his weapon's path, circling the man while still holding onto the legs of his body. While it would be easier, she couldn't just kill the men. She wanted information from them, and she needed at least two alive for questioning to corroborate their stories. If she only kept one, there's no telling if he'd ever tell the truth. Torture was not a very effective method of gathering intel, after all. There is a good reason courts can't use testimony from men under duress. Fyle bunched the man's legs under her left arm and brandished her knife, making sure to keep out of the downed man's line of fire. Carefully, with the hands of a master assassin, Fyle slipped the point of her knife into the ankles of her victim, causing him to scream and squirm. In one quick motion, Fyle cut the man's achilles tendons, rendering him incapable of walking. His screams were curdling. "Boss!" The remaining gunman cried as he finally made it to his feet and took aim again. This time, though, he couldn't pull the trigger. Fyle held the tensionless man up in front of her like a human shield, the blade of her knife pressed to the man's neck. "Drop the gun," Fyle commanded while stepping forward, her human shield in tow. Her knife glowed with both the reflection from the morning sun and the tattooed man's blood. "Shit!" Exclaimed the remaining gunman as he tossed his weapon to the side. Fyle smiled at his obedience. She twirled her knife and sheathed it, letting the man she had been holding as a shield drop to the ground. He collapsed tensionless, more like a piece of cloth than a man. Fyle approached the last of the thugs while pulling out a lasso of rope, clearly intending to tie him down. Then, unexpectedly, the man who tossed his gun reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a knife, stabbing it straight into Fyle's shoulder. "Fuck!" Fyle called out as she grabbed the man's neck, blood leaking down her shoulder. "How do you like that, monster?" Asked the man, his voice weak due to the pressure on his throat. "You must need me alive for some reason. Ransom? Is that it? My parents are in pretty good with the Romulin mafias, after all." Fyle stared at the man for a moment and tilted her head to the side slightly, much like a dog does at times. "You're wrong," She replied. "What?" The man asked. "I don't need you alive." A loud cracking sound echoed from Fyle's hands as the kidnapper's neck twisted 180 degrees too far. "I have other ways of finding your crew. I don't need to ask you any questions, if I don't feel like it," Said Fyle as she turned towards the man on the ground, the one whose achilles tendons she had cut earlier. His eyes were as big as saucer plates, and he seemed genuinely fearful for his life. "So here's the deal, tell me where your crew is held up," Said Fyle as she crouched down in front of the bleeding man, "and I wont end your miserable life right now." |
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| ♦ Togamau | Feb 12 2017, 08:37 PM Post #8 | ||||||||||||||||
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In her duel with the third man in the pirate raiding party, Peoria found herself in a less than advantageous position. As far as technique was concerned she was doing rather well, but she just seemed to lack the punch to make any decisive hits so far. That was a problem she'd have to work on if she was going to maintain her independence out on her own. It was also a problem she would have to work on at a time other than the middle of a fight. She and her opponent seemed to get back on their feet at about the same time and with some distance between the two. The pirate took aim with his pistol but, as he was about to fire he saw the bird-creature snap the neck of one of his associates and was starting to have second thoughts about staying and fighting. Peo had been preparing a shot of her own, but this time she elected to use something with a touch more stopping power. She was on one knee and pointing the harpoon gun on her back at the man. During the moment of hesitation, she pulled the launch cord and shot the barbed rod at her opponent. Since he had moved, her aim was off by a little and the harpoon lodged itself in the kidnapper's shoulder quite painfully. She proceeded to tug back on the rope of the harpoon to get her weapon back, but it mostly just tore at the wound more and hampered the pirate's attempt to escape. With a forceful tug from the fishgirl, the pirate fell over groaning in pain. She carefully approached him before smacking him on the back of the head with a Needle Guppy to stun him. From there she jiggled and and twisted the harpoon to get it loose, spilling a pretty notable amount of blood in the process. Confident that her opponent was sufficiently dealt with for now, she walked back toward the bird-woman who was had helped her, feeling pretty proud of herself. Seeing the broken neck of the second pirate and the terror in the eyes of the band's leader as well as Fyle's intimidating visage made her a little hesitant to approach, so she watched the events unfold quietly from the alley. |
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| KileyBarker | Feb 16 2017, 12:13 AM Post #9 | ||||||||||||||||
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The man squirmed in front of Fyle. The fear of death seemed a good motivation at first, but after a moment of pensive thought the would-be kidnapper almost seemed more afraid to talk. Of course, this annoyed Fyle to no end. Torturing him further would probably be counterproductive, as well. "I'm running out of patience," Said Fyle as she flicked the blade of a knife, the steel gave off a dull ring that seemed to echo dread. "You'll kill me," the man finally spoke, "But the boss and his men? They'll torture and kill my family. If I tell you where they are, you'll go there and be captured. Then they'll find out I told you where they were." The man's well-spoken argument seemed reasonable. As someone well versed in the criminal industry, Fyle thought it seemed a plausible conclusion. Fyle opened her mouth to say something, but stopped herself. She straightened her back and sheathed her knife. Looking over, Fyle found that the fish-girl had apprehended her opponent skillfully and efficiently. "Fish girl, good work. My name is Fyle, what is yours?" Asked Fyle, changing the subject of the conversation entirely. The immobile man looked on aghast, wondering if he was perhaps going to be spared. Fyle had no intention of killing the man without purpose. The threat of death was the best she could do, and with that method of finding the kidnappers' base being ineffective, she simply abandoned it. In Fyle's mind, there was no point in beating a dead horse. She decided perhaps another visit to the 'Visitor's Center' would be in order as well, as soon as she found out about the fish-girl. Fyle wasn't a saintess, but she was far from being so heartless to overlook kidnapping. Particularly of young women. The futures of those taken would be written about in tragedies, and letting that slide would leave a terrible feeling in Fyle's heart. The Great Spirit wouldn't allow such transgressions. Not to mention her own curiosity about the fish-girl's anatomy and how it could relate to zoans... After asking her brief question, without even waiting for an answer, Fyle picked up the lasso of rope she had dropped earlier when the first man stabbed her. She'd need to also address the knife wound, but such a thing could wait. With the rope in hand, Fyle grabbed hold of the would-be kidnapper's hands and bound his wrists behind his back. She didn't bother with his legs, considering his achilles had already been cut. The man didn't say another word, too shocked over the fact it looked like he was going to be allowed to live. Edited by KileyBarker, Feb 16 2017, 12:17 AM.
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| ♦ Togamau | Feb 16 2017, 06:49 PM Post #10 | ||||||||||||||||
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The fishgirl watched the interrogation cautiously, she certainly knew this stranger had no problem killing people. She saw that much. She was intrigued to see that Fyle had spared the man despite having no more use for her prisoner. It was then that the bird woman addressed her, introducing herself and asking Peoria for her name. She was wary, but had to admit that she felt safer with this woman than wandering this island herself; besides, if Fyle had any ill intent for the fishgirl, it was unlikely she'd be able to do anything about it. She struggled to knock one man out and this one killed two without much difficulty. "Peoria... Thank you." With some brief hesitation she followed her rescuer back toward the docks and the visitor center. Her concern for her safety was overshadowed by a sudden curiosity regarding Fyle's transformation, she stared intently but couldn't find anything to imply that the bird-like form was in any way artificial. Unable to resist questioning, she spoke up "How did you... you were like them and then... not?" If Fyle had been a bird from the start, Peo may have simply accepted that as being who she was, but the change from human to bird was spinning her mind for a loop. Could all humans do that? If so, why didn't the kidnappers? If she gained nothing else from the interaction she had to at least know what kind of technique she had seen. She kept to what she considered a safe distance, but couldn't help feeling like reaching out and touching Fyle's feathers to investigate how they worked or could be applied to some of her own technologies, for now she contented herself with staring. |
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| KileyBarker | Feb 21 2017, 10:58 PM Post #11 | ||||||||||||||||
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Fyle looked over at the man the fish-girl downed and decided against restraining him. With his wound, if he survived he would leave behind a clear trail of blood. Perhaps even right to the door of the rest of the kidnappers. If he didn't survive then nothing of value would be lost. Fyle picked up the kidnapper she had already tied and supported his weight, understanding that his legs couldn't do it for himself, and she started walking towards the 'Visitor's Center' that snubbed her earlier. She could make out a pair of eyes from one of the windows watching the scene. The fish girl gave her name as Peoria. Fyle grinned slightly, having never heard a name of that 'style' before. It sounded ethnic and foreign. Fyle wasn't certain where this fish-girl came from, but she certainly didn't come from anywhere in the Blues! The fish-girl's follow-up question revealed an interesting fact to Fyle: that the fish-girl wasn't a zoan transformation. Her lack of knowledge implied her 'fish' form was natural, not something created through the influence of a Devil Fruit. "Interesting," Fyle mumbled under her breath. Then, with her hand outstretched, she reverted her zoan transformation. "I'm what you'd call a Devil Fruit user," said Fyle as she gave the demonstration, making sure Peoria could see it firsthand. "I can transform into a bird or a hybrid between a human and a bird at will... But I'm also interested in what you are. I've never seen a human or a creature quite like you, Miss Peoria." Fyle's voice was filled to the brim with carefully measured curiosity. She tried her hardest not to be overbearing, but she wasn't certain she succeeded in that endeavor. The pair reached the visitor's center, and the door was already opened a crack. "We know they're docked off the East Coast. They're probably staying in the catacombs," came a voice from inside the door. The voice belonged to an old man, it was deep and rumbled like the wheels of a wagon on fresh gravel. Then the voice followed up by asking, "Are you a bounty hunter?" "No. I just don't like kidnappers very much, so I think I'll do a little bit of snooping around your catacombs," Fyle replied to the door before tossing her captive against the building. "You can keep this one. I'll be back with more later, if any survive. Little fish..." Fyle stopped herself, "Excuse me, Miss Peoria, would you care to join me? Perhaps I can show you the full extent of my Devil Fruit's ability." OOC
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| ♦ Togamau | Feb 22 2017, 08:31 PM Post #12 | ||||||||||||||||
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Peoria was listening intently to Fyle's description of her power. It came from something called a Devil Fruit, a term that the fish girl had only heard whispers of before her capture and subsequent isolation. It answered one question but opened up another world of new ones. It would certainly be something she would have to study more closely in the future, she'd have to know everything she could learn about Devil Fruit users in case she encountered others in the future that weren't so helpful. Her brow furrowed as she thought about it. Before she could get much deeper in thought about the subject, the question was turned back against her and she had to think about how to answer it. Fyle had complied with her questions, so it was only fair that she reciprocate, though she wasn't entirely sure what all of the differences were between her and regular humans since she had never really had much chance to talk with a human about what they can and cannot do. "What I am...? A Fishman. I was born on Fishman island under the ocean, I can breathe in the water and on land, I can swim. I'm a Flying Fish so I can glide. I don't know enough about humans to compare, sorry." She followed Fyle back to a building where some of the town residents were apparently holed up and deposited the surviving prisoner. The Bird-woman voiced her intent to knock out the rest of the crew and invited Peoria to accompany her. She was hesitant to knowingly go toward danger, but had to admit that Fyle sold the idea very well with the mention of getting a chance to see more of how Devil Fruit work. She had been considering leaving the whole situation behind and jumping back into the ocean, but her curiosity got the better of her. "Okay. Let's go, then." |
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Peoria called herself a 'Fishman', and claimed to have been born on a 'Fishman Island'. The ability to breathe underwater completely ruled out Devil Fruits, meaning that these fish-human hybrids were either the creation of nature or science... Either way, they were clearly a race closer to The Great Spirit than simple humans. A new goal blossomed in Fyle's heart at that moment. She wanted to study the physiology of these fishmen. She wanted to visit this Fishman Island. Peoria also seemed interested in Fyle's zoan powers. It would prove beneficial to both, then, if they could end up working together. Fyle didn't want to take advantage of the fish-girl. Fyle's own religion and moral code meant she wouldn't force Peora to come along, which is why she was significantly happy when the fish girl agreed to come of her own free will. The trip to the East was slow and plagued by boring white scenery. Even the trees seemed to have been painted white by the rain here. How did they absorb sunlight? Did the trees evolve the capability to absorb sunlight without the green chlorophyll? The small white glade opened up as the duo walked on and a large stone building appeared in front of them. It looked rundown and brick crumbled down. This was the Catacombs. "This looks to be the place," Fyle said as she took hole of her knives and started carefully walking to the main entryway. The front door looked like a gateway to some dark abyss. No light escaped. Numerous footprints were scattered in front of the entryway, as well as a few crates and supplies. It looked to be occupied. "It looks like there are some torches here, but I'm not sure if we should use them," Fyle said in a hushed tone, "the torches would be a beacon, letting them know where we were. What do you think, Peoria?" |
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And so, bound by a mutual curiosity, Peoria and Fyle agreed to work together for the time being. Fyle to learn about fishmen and Peoria to learn about Devil Fruit and humans in general. The two then began following the instructions given to get them to the catacombs. The trip was pretty uncomfortably bland, Peoria had never seen such a vast absence of color before. Still, the lack of distractions made it a good time to ask questions. "Devil Fruit users... do they all turn into birds? You called it -your- devil fruit ability, so there are other kinds then? Are they different birds or is it more than that?" She realized that perhaps she asked too many questions all at once, so she volunteered an answer of her own to a question Fyle might want to ask "There are different kinds of fishmen, probably as many as there are fish. We're just born like that." They came to what had to be an entrance to the catacombs. The fishgirl would be lying if she said that going down underground didn't make her a bit nervous. She hadn't been in such an enclosed space since the underwater tunnels that nearly crushed her while she was exploring the crater lake or the cramped space of the slaver ship that kidnapped her before that. The point being, she had no good memories of being in tight dark places and was visibly uncomfortable with the place. The claustrophobia of it was simply too much for her, so she backed away. "It's too dark, and too tight! I'm sorry but I can't go in there! Sorry..." With that, Peoria left and retraced her steps back to the shore. EXIT: PEORIA OOC
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